Praise for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits; <br />Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates; <br />All flesh shall to Thy throne repair, <br />And find through Christ salvation there. <br /> <br />Our spirits faint; our sins prevail; <br />Leave not our trembling hearts to fail: <br />O Thou that hearest prayer, descend, <br />And still be found the sinner’s friend. <br /> <br />How blest Thy saints! how safely led! <br />How surely kept! how richly fed! <br />Savior of all in earth and sea, <br />How happy they who rest in Thee. <br /> <br />Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills, <br />Thy voice the troubled ocean stills; <br />Evening and morning hymn Thy praise, <br />And earthy Thou bounty wide displays. <br /> <br />The year is with Thy goodness crowned; <br />Thy clouds drop wealth the world around; <br />Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing, <br />And nature smiles and owns her King. <br /> <br />Lord, on our souls Thy Spirit pour; <br />The moral waste within restore; <br />O let Thy love our springtide be, <br />And make us all bear fruit to Thee.<br /><br />Henry Francis Lyte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/praise-for-thee-lord-in-zion-waits/
